Not
since 1968 had England beaten Sweden in a competitive game. Sadly,
in the intervening forty odd years the Swedes had not been as
generous, breezily beating England on a number of occasions - most
gallingly when Thomas Brolin twirled like a tubby Scandanavian
dervish after consigning England to a comprehensive defeat in Euro
1992. Following this setback The Sun gleefully placed a turnip on
Graham Taylor's head. And it became an iron law of football that no
England manager can recover from being depicted beneath a root
vegetable.
Roy
Hodgson was doubtless aware of that Fleet Street's finest had their
photoshops primed and ready for action so defeat was not an option
especially with newly sacked 'Arry ready to wind down his car window
to tell any passing hack he was available and ready to take the FA's
money all the way to Monaco and forget about it if asked. Indeed the
general feeling amongst...er...me... was England really needed to win
this game to avoid, if possible, having to defeat the Ukraine in
front of their own crowd for a place in the last eight.
Hodgson
therefore had decided to tinker with his tactics and his line-up.
Patrice Evra had remarked after the France game that England had
played like Chelsea and he made a fair point. England's two narrow
disciplined lines denying Ribery et al any hint of space was
reminiscent of Chelsea long rearguard action in the Nou Camp which
eventually saw them reach the Champions League Final. Unfortunately,
while England can seemingly manage the tight defensive banks of four,
where the Chelsea model falls down is the absence of any striker
anywhere near as potent as Didier Drogba - Wellbeck was peripheral
against France and Young's influence was at best sporadic.
The
obvious solution to this attacking conundrum was currently spending
the tournament experimenting with ever more ludicrous hairstyles,
having kicked himself out of contention in Montenegro and so Hodgson
was forced to turn to Andy Carroll – a man who has already
demonstrated that he is more than Rooney's match when it comes to
silly haircuts. Sadly, this is the only area in which he is Rooney's
match. There have, in some quarters, been an attempt to rehabilitate
Carroll after a couple of non-terrible performances towards the end
of the season but he remains as far from an international class
striker as a minority of the Ukraine's fans do from running one day
training courses on the value of diversity in the workplace.
Carroll
started “enthusiastically” clattering two Swedes within three or
four minutes. Guy Mowbray told Mark Lawrenson how pleased he was to
see it. We all like the commentators to be patriotic but praising
England's fouls is a little too zealous.
Soon
the game settled down to a bit of a shapeless stodge familiar to all
regular England watchers. Neither team was allowing the other any
space and both teams lacked the guile to create much. But slowly
England began to impose themselves a little. Scott Parker hit a
stinging shot from the edge of the penalty area which the Swedish
keeper did well to palm away.
Nevertheless
although England were marginally better there was no suggestion that they were on the point of making a breakthrough. However, an
intervention from Gerrard was to change all that. Picking the ball up
in the middle of the Swedish half he allowed himself a swift look and
curled in a perfect cross. Carroll met it with an equally good
header. 1 – 0 England. I looked back three paragraphs and felt my
potential career as a incisive football pundit slipping away.
In
truth that was the only moment of real quality in the entire half.
England failed to build on their lead and as the interval approached
Sweden were beginning to exert a little pressure themselves. However,
as the players left the pitch at half-time the feeling in my living
room was that England were looking solid and would be able to see out
the game.
My
potential career as a football pundit took another knock when Sweden
equalised within three minutes of the re-start. Carroll who seems to
be alllowed to wander out of position more than is wise turned up in
front of his own penalty area to give away a needless free kick. So
determined was he to do it that he kicked the Swede twice. The
resulting free kick from Ibrahimovic ricocheted to Olaf Mellberg
unmarked in the penalty area. He beat Joe Hart and though Glen
Johnson made a desperate attempt at a goal line clearance the ball
flew in off the post.
Five
minutes later, the Swedes were in the lead. Knowing their opponents
were reputed to be weak in the air England generously decided not to
mark them at all at a dangerous free kick. Oleg Mellberg did not
spurn the open invitation. Sweden 2 England 1. If England kept
defending like this you felt Olaf could have the Golden Boot wrapped
up by full time. Fleeting images of opposing fans taunting Cristiano
Ronaldo with cries of “Melberg! Melberg! Melberg!” when he next
missed a sitter flashed through my mind. Admittedly, I had been
drinking.
But I,
at least, knew the rest of my football punditry was going to be easy.
England never fight back from situations like this. They huff and
puff and hoof to no avail. The hopeless nature of the cause was
confirmed by the immediate introduction of Theo Walcott. If anybody
was guaranteed to lead England down a hopeless cul-de-sac it was him.
The
world began to stop making sense when Walcott scored almost instantly
with a shot from outside the area. Admittedly the Swedish
goalkeeper's attempt to save his effort was so weak that it would
have sparked a match fixing scandal had he been Italian.
I had
barely had time to check that I hadn't slipped through a portal into
an alternative universe when Walcott charged through the Swedish
defence again. His cross was behind Wellbeck but the Manchester
United striker somehow manufactured a delicate reverse clipped
backheel straight into the bottom left hand corner of the net. I
decided football punditry was harder than it looked.
The
remainder of the match was incredibly tense. Well, I say that. It was
probably incredibly tense for those of you who didn't have your
sister-in-law appear uninvited to watch the last ten minutes with
you. I bet Lineker and Hansen don't have to put up with listening to
someone tell you in detail how “hot” they think Glen Johnson is
when trying to compose their post-match analysis.
But
“hot” or not, Johnson had an excellent game. As did Gerard. As
did Carroll. As did Walcott. The only thing that didn't have an
excellent game was my self-appointed punditry. Oh and Ashley Young
who was shocking. But when England are beating Sweden for the first
time since 1968 I am prepared to let it go.
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